Saturday, January 10, 2009

Woolwich Arsenal Station

The train was full of train-spotter types with notepads and cameras. At least one of them was muttering things under his breath for most of the journey and there was near ecstasy amongst others when the train lost power in the tunnel and started rolling backwards.

It made me wonder at what point one makes the transition from being an "interested observer" to a trainspotter. My self image is strongly aligned with the former. But I can't stop worrying that I may have crossed the line and just not noticed...